Right here is a story.
Every year she goes, "wot you want for xmas". So this year I says, "up to you dear I will leave it in your capable hands".
Now take into account I don't think she has managed me a decent present since the day I met her, unless I told her what to get. So we're watching a programme about off roading. I says I have never done that and always fancied a go. A day or so later she googles it and finds somewhere not a million miles from here that does it. She says, would you fancy that and I says yes. So there is me thinking, clever girl, finally managed to come up with an idea.
But end up with a Terrys choclate orange and a (I am trying very hard not to swear here) and a onsie ( yup it is a giant baby grow made out of nylon.) She has said she will get me something in the sales. (Knowing my luck a giant diaper and a soother ffs)
And to top it all off with all this rain our ground has turned into a pond so even if I do go out I would be better off with a rabbit punt gun
BUT LIKE THE MURPHIES, I'M NOT BITTER.................
i can just picture Declan in that (not) my daughter brought my son and his girlfriend one each,my son said why didn't you get dad one ? Her answer was Karl i quite like living at home 
